Faced with this unbelievable situation, Amane turned towards Mahiru with a conflicted look.
She was really sleeping soundly.
It seemed she assumed Amane was someone she could trust, for she slept soundly. Amane was anxious and embarrassed, his sanity on the verge of collapsing, and he had the urge to slam his head into the wall.
He did not want to be conscious of it, but his consciousness was gathered upon her touch.
The delicate body was taut and soft, with the tenderness of a female.
Especially on the parts that were touching, the softness that had some weight to them; they were mercilessly wearing at Amane's sanity.
--What do I do now?
This unexpected situation struck Amane along with an unprecedented softness, and he was left really confused.
*So a girl's this soft and nice smelling...*it was the first time he recognized this fact, and he was a little amazed, but his sanity slammed the brakes to prevent any unsavory thoughts.
The more he felt he should not be thinking about it, the more pronounced the softness in his clutches, and his mind was in complete chaos.
He tried to figure out how to solve this situation, but he felt it was impossible to resolve this perfectly.
For the time being, he came up with three solutions.
1. Force Mahiru to wake up.
2. Drag Mahiru into her home.
3. Have her sleep on his bed, and he sleep on the sofa.
To surmise, the reason why Mahiru was sleeping on his bed, leaving the soft feeling in his clutches, along with a defenseless sleeping face, was because she trusted him enough to sleep in a boy's house.
Of course, he was glad to be so trusted, but this had him thinking that he was not being viewed as a boy.
It appeared that she recognized Amane as 'a completely harmless, useless boy who needs much care'.
He glanced aside at her, but she knew not of his gripes as she continued to sleep with a peaceful pace.
She doesn't know how troubled I am here.
*If she's so defenseless, shall I just slip in next to her...*so he had a momentary thought, but denied it as he thought it would be overboard, especially given that they were not dating.
If he did so, he had a feeling that once Mahiru woke up, she would not talk to him. She might even give such a cold look that would be asking, what are you thinking? Thus, for his own sake, he decided not to do so.
I think it's fine to tap her lightly on the face,he reached for Mahiru's head instead.
Smooth, silky, glossy; with his fingers, he stroked the smooth long hair that could be described so, and they passed through without getting caught.
Guess she really takes care of this well too, he was amazed and terrified of a lady's hard work as he gently caressed Mahiru's cheeks with his fingertips.
The moist white porcelain skin was not too warm, and felt a little cold in Amane's hand.
Once he was done caressing her with his fingertips, he looked at her utterly peaceful sleeping face, silently showing a wry smile.
"Good night."
She would be shocked once she wakes the next day...or to be precise, later in the morning, so he thought, but he felt it was within the acceptable boundary after she had caused his heart to tickle.
Seriously, you, so he grimaced as he caressed her soft cheeks once again.
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